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FRONTISPIECE 
MY  LADY'S  GARDEN  — J.  YOUNG  HUNTER 

TATE  GALLERY  —  LONDON 

ILLUSTRATING  "  THE  GARDEN  OF  MY  HEART" 
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YOU 


SOME  OTHERS 

BEING  POEMS  FOR  OCCASIONS 

BY  AGNESS  GREENE  FOSTER 

THE  DECORATIONS  BY 

WILL  JENKINS 


PAUL  ELDER  &  COMPANY 
PUBLISHERS  •  SAN  FRANCISCO 


The  publishers  desire  to  acknowledge  the 
courtesy  extended  by  the  Book  and  Art 
Exchange  of  Chicago,  New  York  ff»  Lon 
don;  Messrs.  P.  F.  Volland  and  Company, 
Chicago,  and  The  Woodbury  E.  Hunt 
Art  Press  of  Concord,  New  Hampshire,  in 
granting  permission  to  reprint  several  of 
the  poems  included  in  this  little  volume. 


Copyright,  1907 
by  Paul  Elder  an  d  Company 

Copyright,  1909 
by  Paul  Elder  and  Company 


f.  ^ 

#*  3 


DEDICATION 
"YOU" 


WHAT  IS  THIS  "YOU"  I  LOVE  SO  WELL 
WHOSE  FACE  AND  FORM  FOREVER  DWELL 
WITHIN  MY  HEART  ? 

IS  IT  THE  FACE  THAT  MAKES  YOU  "YOU," 
WITH  SMILES  THAT  THRILL  ME  THROUGH  AND 

THROUGH 
THOUGH  WE'RE  APART? 

OR  IS'T  THE  FORM  WHICH  COMES  TO  VIEW, 

THAT  SEEMS  SO  MUCH  A  PART  OF  YOU 

I  LOVE  SO  DEAR? 

AH,  NO!    WERE  BOTH  SOME  OTHER  THING, 

STILL  IF  TO  ME  YOUR  HEART  'TWOULD  BRING, 

O  NEVER  FEAR  — 

I'D  KNOW  IT  WELL;  SINCE  ALL  THAT'S  BEST, 
AND  SWEET  AND  PURE,  THAT  IN  YOU  REST, 
IS  MIND  ABOVE. 
FOR  WHEN  GOD  THOUGHT  OF  SOMETHING 

TRUE, 

HIS  ANGELS  CAME  STRAIGHTWAY  TO  YOU  — 
THE  "YOU  "I  LOVE. 


Hcif 


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PREFACE 

As  the  requests  of  so  many  good 
friends  have  made  necessary  still 
another  edition  of  "You  ®*  Some 
Others,"  I  have  revised  the  poems 
of  the  first  edition  and  have  added 
a  number  of  new  ones,  rearrang 
ing  them  all  under  different  heads 
so  that  they  may  be  readily  selected 
for  reading,  reciting  or  inscribing 
in  gift  books  or  upon  greeting  cards 
for  holidays,  birthdays  and  other 
occasions. 


THE  CONTENTS 


Page 
My  Lady's  Garden — J.  Young 

Hunter — Frontispiece. 
Dedication  "You"    .    .    .    .   .  iii 
Preface v 

CHRISTMAS  THOUGHTS 

The  King's  Birthday   ...  3 

The  True  Greeting   ....  4 

When  Twilight  Falls  ...  5 

Your  Right 6 

Not  For  One  Day  Alone  .    .  7 

With  a  Christmas  Book  .    .  8 

NEW  YEAR  WISHES 

A  New  Year's  Prophecy.   .  11 

Kismet 12 

For  All  Time 13 

VALENTINES 

My  Wish  For  You     ....  17 
What    Human   Love   May 

Do 18 

Tell  Me  True 19 

A  Heart 20 

EASTER  GLADNESS 

Blossoms 23 

Easter  Lilies 24 

Flowers 25 

Truth  Triumphant   ....  26 
Risen  this  Easter  Day ...  27 


Page 
BIRTHDAY  GREETINGS 

Life's  Dial 31 

Your  Millennium 32 

FRIENDSHIP 

To  Friendship    .    .   .    .   .    .35 

The   Ennobling   Power   of 

Friendship 38 

The  Garden  of  My  Heart  .  39 
Keep  Love  Bright    ....  40 

FOR  CHILDREN 

Just  Think 43 

No  Fear 44 

Keep  Me  Simple 45 

The  Eyes  of  a  Child    ...  46 

LIFE  &  WORK 

Weaving  of  Life's  Fabric    .49 

Growth 51 

Naming  a  Masterpiece    .    .  52 
The  Painting  of  Life's  Day.  53 

STRENGTH  #•  COMFORT 

All 57 

Just  Know 58 

Thought 59 

His  Hand 60 

To  Him  That  Overcometh .  61 
Life 62 

L'Envoi 63 


Vll 


CHRISTMAS  THOUGHTS 


THE  KING'S  BIRTH0AY' 

VERY  day  is  a  King's  Birthday 
When  Love  is  born. 
And  best  of  all  along  life's  way 
The  King  comes  in  to  rest  and  stay, 

When  Love  is  born, 

When  Love  is  born. 

We  must  not  sigh  nor  question  why 

When  Love  is  born — 

So  small  a  part  to  us  is  given; 

Love  is  enough !  For  that  is  heaven! 

When  Love  is  born, 

When  Love  is  born. 

Ring  out,  O  bells!  Tis  Christmas  Day 
In  one  glad  heart ; 

For  the  Christ-child  comes  adown  this  way, 
And  whene'er  He  comes,  'tis  a  King's 

Birthday, 
For  Love  is  born, 
For  Love  is  born. 


THE  TRUE  GREETING 


SAR  more  than  the  words,  "  Merry 
Christmas" 
You'll  find  hidden  within  this  short 
line. 

For  'twas  Love  that  prompted  the  sending 
Of  this  message  to  you  —  friend  of  mine. 


WHEN  TWILIGHT  FALLS 

'S  THE  twilight  fades  at  evening 
And  the  cares  of  day  are  done, 
Then  I  think  of  friends  and  name 

them, — 
In  the  silence, — one  by  one. 

Then  again  at  day's  beginning, 
Do  I  think  of  each  in  this  way, 
And  the  love  I  thus  have  garnered 
I  send  on  Christmas  Day. 


YOUR  RIGHT 


HE  wish  I  send  on  Christmas 

Day 
Was  yours  before,  is  yours 

alway. 


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NOT  FOR  ONE  DAY  ALONE 

IS  not  for  one  day  only 
I  send  you  greetings  dear — 
May  every  day  mean  Christmas 
Through  all  the  soul-filled  year. 


WITH  A  CHRISTMAS  BOOK 

CHRISTMAS  might  be  Christmas 
Without  a  thing  to  cook, 
But,  oh,  the  joyless  Christmas 
Without,  at  least,  one  book. 


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NEW  YEAR  WISHES 


A  NEW  YEAR'S 
PROPHECY 

XKNOW 
That  all  the  new  years 
And  the  old 
Shall  hold  for  you 
Bright  cups  of  gold 
Filled  high  with 
Love  and  plenty. 

For  'tis  with  years 
As  't  is  with  you — 
There  is  no  old 
There  is  no  new — 
Love  is  at  sixty 
As  at  twenty. 


11 


KISMET 

9 OUR  kismet  reads 
Like  a  magic  tale, 
Your  bark  sails  safe — 
You  have  naught  to  fear. 
You'll  have  wisdom  and  strength 
For  each  day's  cruise, 
And  a  Master-Helmsman 
That  is  always  near. 


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FOR  ALL  TIME 

'AY  every  day 
In  every  year 
Be  crowded  full 
Of  love  and  cheer 

For  thee  and  thine, 

Dear  friend  of  mine. 


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VALENTINES 


MY  WISH  FOR  YOU 

^ — ALTHOUGH  I  know  God  blesses  all 
£       •    His  children  here,  both  great  and 
V        E       small, 

%Z-      ™»  It  helps  to  banish  human  fear, 
To  say  to  you — "God  bless  you,  dear." 

And  so  I  call  across  the  sea, — 
Which  cannot  separate  from  me 
The  Love  that  keeps  us  ever  near, — 
God  bless  you,  dear,  God  bless  you,  dear. 

And  as  the  miles  between  have  grown 
I  feel  your  warm  hand  clasp  my  own; 
Nor  miles  nor  moments  can  efface 
The  love  that  doth  us  both  embrace. 

Across  the  mountain  peak  of  snow, 
And  great  divide,  as  on  I  go, 
I  hear  your  voice  call  strong  and  clear, 
"God  bless  you,  dear,  God  bless  you,  dear." 


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WHAT  HUMAN  LOVE  MAY  DO 

O  SCOFFERS  of  this  thought  divine, 
If  you  but  knew  the  seeds  that  fall 
From  what  seems  love  of  sentiment, 
But  which  grows  Love  that's  all  in 

all,— 

You'd  scatter  them  both  far  and  wide, 
Nor  be  surprised,  when  lo,  you'd  find 
The  dear  old  world  was  not  half  bad, 
And  all  your  friends  had  grown  more  kind! 


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TELL  ME  TRUE 

MI^^ELL  me,  dear  one,  tell  me  true,— 
M     C\  I  'U  guard  the  secret  with  loving 
^L       J     care: — 

^^i^  How  did  the  angels  know 'twas  you, 
When  they  filled  your  heart  with  love  so 
rare? 


19 


A  HE ART 

'OMETHING  went  out  of  my  life 

to-day, 

Something  subtle — what  can  it  be? 
Like  the  lilt  of  a  laugh,  or  the  sun's 

bright  ray, 

Or  the  scent  of  the  rose  that  recalls  you  to  me. 
You  stopped  long  enough  to  steal  off  my  heart ; 
Did  you  take  it  forever  or  only  for  play? 
If  you  feel  how  it  weighs  when  we  are  apart, 
You  will  bring  it  back  safe  to  me  some  day. 


20 


EASTER  GLADNESS 


BLOSSOMS 

IS  risen !  Truth  is  risen! 
The  stone  has  been  rolled  away, 
And  Christ  is  revealed  in  each 

blossom, 
Where  once  we  saw  only  the  clay. 

Each  bud  is  a  living  tribute 
To  God,  who  does  all  things  well. 
He  made  each  flower  in  the  garden, 
And  all  have  His  praises  to  tell. 

And  the  buds  and  the  leaves  and  the 

blossoms, 

And  the  blades  of  the  grass  in  the  sod, 
Proclaim : — "  We  are  not  of  earth,  earthy, 
For  we  are  the  smiles  of  our  God." 


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EASTER  LILIES 

'ASTER  Lilies,  so  fresh  and  fair, 
You  are  the  emblems  of  Love 

Divine; 
Symbols  of  Life  and  comfort  and 

hope, 

Truth  shines  out  from  your  petals  white; 
All  that  is  mighty  and  pure  and  true 
Rises  to-day  in  every  land. 
All  the  dark  shadows  from  death  are  torn, 
Beautiful  blossoms,  this  Easter  morn. 


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FLOWERS 


'E  AD  of  a  flower  that  fadeth, 
Undying  thoughts  I  send, 
To  bear  the  precious  tidings 
Of  a  risen  Saviour  and  Friend. 


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TRUTH  TRIUMPHANT 

IT  TOOK  centuries  of  prophecy, 
And  a  King  in  a  manger  born, 
To  wake  a  world  that  slumbered 
To  greet  an  Easter  morn. 
It  took  a  crown  of  sorrows, 
A  cross,  a  Calvary, 
To  form  the  shadow  background 
For  that  reality. 
The  light  of  Truth  Triumphant, 
The  splendor  of  its  ray, 
The  transcendental  grandeur 
That  makes  an  Easter  Day. 


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RISEN  THIS  EASTER  DAY 

'OU  shared  my  joy  when  the  King  was 

born, 
And  we  named  it  the  Christ-Thought 

Day; 

You  followed  close  when  my  feet  were  torn, 
On  the  straight  and  rugged  way. 
You  shared  with  me  my  failures,  friend, 
Now  sing  your  gladdest  lay; 
For  my  King  was  dead,  the  whole  world  said, — 
BUT  HE'S  RISEN  THIS  EASTER  DAY. 
He  will  live  in  our  hearts  through  eternity, 
He  will  lift  our  cares  away; 
E'en  though  we  fall,  He  will  hear,  if  we  call, 
FOR  HE'S  RISEN  THIS  EASTER  DAY. 


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BIRTHDAY  GREETINGS 


LIFE'S  DIAL 


OULD  you  count  your  days 
By  your  heart  throbs  true? 
Count  the  years  that  pass 
By  the  deeds  you  do. 


Would  you  live  the  most 
By  the  bravest  test? 
Then  count  by  the  thoughts 
That  are  noblest — best. 

On  life's  dial  clear 
Let  each  figure  be 
Expressed  by  the  acts 
That  are  fair  to  see. 


31 


YOUR  MILLENNIUM 

are  no  metes  and  bounds  to 


time, 

There  is  no  vast  forever  yet  to  come; 
Eternity,  not  time  is  now, 
To-day  is  your  millennium. 


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FRIENDSHIP 


TO  FRIENDSHIP 

iNDSHIP  is  so  rare  a  thing, 
I'm  loath  to  bid  you  pledge  your 
selves  with  me, 

Lest  I  might  fail  mine  own  high 
ideal  of  it. 

Perhaps  no  word  is  so  misused, 

For  few  have  learned  to  think 

In  friendship's  tongue. 

Our  greatest  fault, — 'tis  so  in  every  clime,- 

We  seek  the  thing,  not  try  to  be  it. 

In  other  words,  it  is  the  vogue, — 

This  wild  mad  search  for  one  to  love  us ; 

Instead  of  earning  love  by  selfless  giving. 

The  truest  way,  the  only  way,  indeed, 

To  have  a  friend,  then,  is  to  be  one. 

Just  love!  Love  something,  some  one, 

And  friends  will  flock 

Like  snow-birds  to  the  window  ledge 

Where  lies  the  crumb. 

Young  men  and  maidens,  let  me  pray 

You  so  to  live  that  at  a  future  day 

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Some  friend  may  truly  of  you  say: 

"Infinitely  better 

Than  all  the  gold  of  Orient, 

Or  costly  gem  of  deepest  mine, 

Is  the  warm  heart  glow  that  came  to  me 

From  those  staunch,  loyal  words  of  thine." 

Or,  if  gift  of  friendship  comes  your  way, 

Then  you '11  be  able  thus  to  say: 

"  Of  all  the  gifts  of  all  the  years, 

None  ever  cause  such  smiles,  such  tears 

As  thy  friendship — friend; 

The  eye  grows  bright,  the  heart  leaps  fast, 

To  know  thy  love  and  friendship  last 

Without  an  end. 

It  ne'er  began,  it  never  ends, 

We  always  were  and  will  be  friends 

Throughout  eternity. 

E'en  when  we  pass  to  other  clime 

I'll  understand,  sweet  friend  of  mine, 

Your  loving  loyalty." 

******* 

Pledge  me  to-night, 

Friends  true  to  be.  There  is  no  greater 

36 


Fealty! 

Rich  is  that  life  and  wide  its  fame, 

Which  through  all  time  one  friend  can  claim, 

One  friend  who  meriteth  the  name ! 


37 


THE  ENNOBLING  POWER  OF 
FRIENDSHIP 

fancy  brought  you  to  my 
thought, 

There  fell  from  me  all  worldly  care ; 

Then  I,— in  happy  spirit,— sent 
Far  out  across  the  miles,  a  prayer: 
A  prayer  of  thankfulness  and  love, 
A  prayer  that  friendship  such  as  yours 
Might  grow  in  every  heart,  above 
All  other  passions,  and  endure 
"Till  man  shall  know  that  God  is  Love/' 


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THE  GARDEN  OF  MY  HEART 

'  Y  GARDEN  is  my  inmost  heart. 

Above 
Floats  Friendship  like  a  perfume  o'er 

each  plot; 

'Tis  watered  by  that  pleasant  fountain,  Love, 
Near  whose  cool  plash,  whene'er  the  day  is 

hot, 
I  rest.  My  pergola  is  hid  in  shade. 

From  out  this  bower  I  send  rare  buds  to  you, 
And  if  you  let  them  bloom  they'll  never  fade, — 
These  blossoms  bright,  of  varied  form  and 

hue, — 
So  subtle  is  their  fragrance  and  their  charm 

Commingled  with  their  emblematic  scheme, 
They'll  waft  me  you-ward,  causing  no  alarm, 

Whilst  you  will  fancy  it  is  but  a  dream. 
Can  you  divine,  my  friend,  the  reason  why? 
These  flowers  I  send  are  thoughts — they  can 
not  die. 


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KEEP  LOVE  BRIGHT 

ON  LIFE'S  clear  page, 
Oh,  each  day  write 
Some  golden  word 
To  keep  love  bright; 
And  the  book  ne'er  close. 


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FOR  CHILDREN 


JUST  THINK 

QO  TIME  to  read? 
No  time  to  pray? 
Yet  time  to  smile? 
You've  time  to  eat, 
You've  time  to  drink, 
You've  time  to  dress, 
Could  you  not  think 
Of  God  the  while? 


43 


NO  FEAR 


o 


H,  HELP  me  keep 
Thine  image  clear; 
To  know  the  Truth, 
To  have  no  fear. 


44 


KEEP  ME  SIMPLE 


o 


H,  KEEP  me  simple,  'Lord, 

I  pray, 
Make  me  of  use  to  Thee, 

each  day. 


45 


THE  EYES  OF  A  CHILD 

OEYES  of  childhood,  innocent  and  pure, 
True  emblem  of  the  spirit  light  divine, 
No  human  thought  can  ever  you 
outshine, 
Because  Eternal  Love  shall  e'er  endure. 

Frail  error  wields  no  power  you  to  allure, 
Divinely  fair,  from  infinite  design ; 
False  time  can  change  you  not,  nor  make 

repine; 

With  constant  luster  there — Truth  shines 
secure. 

Naught  can  e'er  change  Perfection's  mighty 

plan; 

Years  cannot  fade  yon  heaven's  perfect  blue — 
Nor  marble  change  without  the  sculptor's  hand. 

Abide  in  Light,  which  nothing  dims  nor  can; 

Brave,  tender  eyes,  deny  what  is  untrue, 
For  God  designed  you — perfect  shall  ye  stand. 


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LIFE  #>  WORK 


WEAVING  OF  LIFE'S  FABRIC 


have  the  fabric  of  thy  life 
wrought  in  rare  and  beauteous 
design? 

Watch,  then,  with  unceasing  vigi 
lance,  the  silver  shuttle  of  speech  as  it  flies 
from  the  loom  of  thought. 
Upon  the  oft  recurring  of  the  golden  thread  of 
Love  depends  the  beauty  and  the  splendor  of 
Life's  fabric. 

Not  here,  not  there  a  tiny  gleam,  nor  yet  in 
monstrous  patches  with  yards  of  sombre  hue 
between. 
That  Life  shows  best  whose  thread  of  Love 

shines  oft  and  even  through  each  day's  weave. 
Thine  may  of  scarlet  be  —  bright  as  the  poppy's 
head  —  yet  if  on  closer,  nearer  view  the  warp 
be  gold, 
'Tis  tempered  into  harmony. 

Though  colorless  and  gray  the  fabric  seems  to 
careless  eyes, 

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Yet,  at  close  range,  if  the  gold  thread  of  Love 
there  gleams,  'twill  warmer  grow; 

And  red  and  gray,  when  touched  by  the  sun 
light's  glow,  will  melt  all  mingling  into  one. 

To  One  alone  'twas  given  to  weave  His  life  in 

doth  of  gold — All  Love. 
Him  wouldst  thou  follow?  Of  a  surety,  then, 

constant  thou  must  be. 
Weave  what  thou  wilt,  but  let  there  ever  be 
Bright  scrolls  of  gold  on  silvered  ground, 
With  here  a  thread  of  royal  blue  and  there  a 

purple  strand. 

And  yet  the  silver  shuttle 's  prone  to  slip — 
Guard  well  thy  thought,  thy  tongue,  thy  lip! 


50 


GROWTH 

O  TEACHER  and  poet,  the  keen  unrest 
Your  songs  awoke  in  an  anxious 
breast, 
Is  bearing  fruit,  in  these  after  years, 
Of  peace  and  joy  and  rest  from  fears. 
How  little  we  know  in  the  early  spring, 
What  the  summer  days  to  our  hearts  will  bring. 
'Twas  then  but  the  words  our  senses  smote 
Of  beauty  and  feeling,  when  you  wrote: 
"  'Tis  heaven  alone  that  is  given  away, 
'Tis  only  God  may  be  had  for  the  asking." 
But  now,  now  in  the  forever  day, 
In  the  knowledge  of  God,  as  in  sun's  rays 

basking, 

Though  we  still  feel  the  Art  of  the  songs  so  rare 
You  sang, — now  the  meaning  lies  bare: 
The  seeds  of  Truth  are  worth  the  sowing 
When  God  may  be  had  by  simply  knowing. 


51 


NAMING  A  MASTERPIECE 

OEATH  cannot  stay  thy  hand,  O  sculp 
tor  great ! 
There  is  but  one  almighty  power  that 
can 

Create  (not  cause  to  cease);  and  thou  in  it 
Shalt  live  alway  to  carve  on  stone  or  heart 
Some  other,  greater  work  of  art.  Hence  do 
I  name  thy  masterpiece — (expression  of 
The  spark  divine  in  thee) — not  "Fate" — not 

"Death"— 
But  "Life."  What  could  it  other  be?  Since 

naught 

Thy  Sculptor  made  can  crumble  or  decay; 
For  thou  wast  fashioned  after  model  true. 
Now  thy  strong  thought  which  wrought  it  into 

stone, 
Still  lives  and  works  and  loves  in  endless  Life. 

The  figure  on  the  Adams  Monument,  Rock  Creek  Cemetery, 
Washington,  D.  C.,  has  been  variously  interpreted,  although  Saint- 
Gaudens  gave  no  name  to  it. — C.  LEWIS  HIND. 


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THE  PAINTING  OF  LIFE'S  DAY 

have  each  day  like  gleam  of 


colorbright, 

WhnstfiUing  in  the  outlines  of  a  Life? 

Then  never  from  the  canvas  turn  away 
When  shadows  only  seem  to  darken  all 
'Round  fancy's  sight.  O  search  for  the  true  light  ; 
Nor  wait  to  wish  for  subtler  shades  to-day. 
Couldst  better  blend  the  tint  of  yon  blue  sky, 
By  wondering  why  thou  canst  not  with  one  stroke 
Paint  bow  that  glows  on  heaven's  ethereal  arch? 
Yet  all  unlike  Prometheus  rash,  —  thou  mayst,  — 
(As  one  who  hath  dominion,)  learn  to  catch 
Rare  hues  of  great  divinity,  and  thus 
Create  what's  right  for  thee  to  think  or  paint. 
'T  was  ever  thus  with  tasks  that  seem  less  great  ; 
The  larger  thoughts  ne'er  come  to  those  who  wait 
To  count  what  they  call  failures,  o'er  and  o'er, 
For  we  are  told  that  even  shadows  gray, 
Looked  at  in  light,  make  life's  dull  canvas  bright. 
Then  waste  not  precious  hours  in  useless  dreams 
When  every  second  may  be  put  to  gain. 

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STRENGTH  #»  COMFORT 


ALL 

E  strength  of  the  strong 

is  Love, 
The  righting  of  wrong 

is  Love ; 
The  good  that  we  give 

is  Love, 
The  Life  that  we  live 

is  Love. 
The  measure  of  time 

is  Love, 
The  height  that  we  climb 

is  Love; 
The  way  we  must  trod 

is  Love, 

The  Soul  which  is  God 
is  Love. 


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JUST  KNOW 


shall  I  overcome  the  fear 
That  all's  not  well  with  those  most 

dear, 
When  tempests  rage  and  wild  winds 

blow? 
How  shall  I  know?  How  shall  I  know? 

Just  know  no  harm  comes  anywhere, 
For  all  are  in  God's  loving  care. 
These  are  the  thought  seeds  we  must  sow, 
If  we  would  know.  If  we  would  know. 

Just  know  God's  promise  never  fails,  — 
It  matters  not  how  fear  assails, 
Yet  we  can  pray  and,  praying,  grow  ; 
Then  we  shall  know.  Then  we  shall  know. 


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THOUGHT 


blessed  promise  Love  has 
taught: 

"Noevilcanpollutethythought;1 
Oh,  join,  ye  nations,  in  the  telling, 
For  what  is  thought,  if  not  our  dwelling? 


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HIS  HAND 


OLD  fast  to  His  hand, 
Draw  it  ever  to  you; 
Though  the  nails  that  pierced  His 
Pierce  thine  own  through  and 
through. 


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TO  HIM  THAT  OVERCOMETH 

HIM  that  overcometh 
Dominion  shall  be  given. 
He  shaU  inherit  all  things 
For  which  his  heart  hath  striven, 
If  he  but  overcometh. 


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LIFE 

are  you  still  in  sorrow  unbelieving? 
Who  in  all  else  were  ever  strong  and 

true? 
Why  do  you  thus  forget  in  useless 

grieving 
That  all  God's  promises  were  made  for  you? 

The  dust  you  laid  away  is  not  God's  likeness, 
But  she,  His  image  still,  can  never  be 
Aught  but  His  child.  This  thought  shall  bring 

new  brightness 
To  fill  your  heart  if  you  but  try  to  see. 

She  knows  there  is  no  grave  nor  any  changing ; 
And  if  you  will  but  turn  from  sorrow's  strife 
You'll  understand  there  can  be  no  deranging 
Of  God's  Great  Plan,  which  is  unending  Life. 


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L'ENVOI    Revelation  xxii:  5. 

G AN  there  be  hate?  Can  there  be 
night? 
Where  Love's  the  Way  and  God 
the  Light? 

Can  there  be  aught  but  joy  and  peace 
Where  gladness  reigns  and  sorrows  cease? 
Can  there  be  loss,  or  great  or  small 
Where  God  is  All  and  in  His  All? 


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HERE  ENDS  YOU  &  SOME  OTHERS 
BEING  POEMS  FOR  OCCASIONS  BY 
AGNESS  GREENE  FOSTER.  WITH 
DECORATIONS  BY  WILL  JENKINS 
THE  TYPOGRAPHY  DESIGNED  BY 
J.  H.  NASH.  PUBLISHED  BY  PAUL 
ELDER  &•  COMPANY  AND  PRINTED 
FOR  THEM  AT  THE  TOMOYE  PRESS 
CITY  OF  SAN  FRANCISCO,  MCMIX. 


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